Emily felt as if her eyes would just slip right out of her skull if she rolled them one more time, and she shook her head as she held her gurgling baby to her chest. "Aaron would you please stop pacing for just a minute?"

The older man gave a laugh before glaring towards the brunette. "Don't tell me what to do, Emily."

"I didn't tell you to do anything."

"Oh yes you did."

Emily shook her head as she tried to get comfortable in the chair she sat in. "All I did was as-"

"I know what you've been doing for years and years, Emily! Don't try and convince me otherwise."

The brunette felt her eyes sting as she softened her voice, trying not to wake her son who sat in the chair beside her. "Aaron please lower your voice."

Hotch let out a huff before shaking his head once more. "You're lucky you have our daughter and son with you. We'd be screaming at the top of our lungs if we were home."

"Hotchners?"

Both brunettes turned to the sound of a younger man calling their names before they stood. "Yes?"

"He's ready for you."

Emily set her daughter in Rossi's niece's arms before smiling down to the young girl. "Thank you again for coming to watch the kids, Marelle. I promise to pay you so much more than I usually do for babysitting."

The fifteen year old smiled up to the brunette woman before shaking her head. "Its fine, Mrs. Hotchner."

Emily turned and straightened her blazer, giving the slightest nod to her husband as he stepped out of the way for her to enter first. "Thank you."

Hotch sealed his lips before nodding his head, following his wife out onto the stage that they would be sitting on for at least the next hour.

Dr. Phlurp gave a warm smile to the brunette woman that walked down past the audience and shook his head, and he did the same with the younger man before having them sit on the couches he had set up for them. He watched as the couple kept their eyes down in their laps as the clip of them in their household played in the background, shaking his head slightly when he saw a tear roll down the Mrs. cheek.

"Don't talk about our son like that, Aaron!"

Hotch shook his head. "He's my son, Emily!"

"You can't just say he's yours every time that you and I disagree. I adopted him; he's mine too!"

"He and our daughter will be mine until you learn to keep your pants on!"

Emily's eyes widened before hardening her gaze on the older man. "Stop bringing up my past, Aaron."

"Why don't you stop givin' it to every guy that looks your way?"

"Why don't you stop drinking?"

The video clip then slowed to a stop.

"Well if ya'll can see, these two clearly have it cut out for them." Dr. Phlurp looked over to young woman on his right and smiled. "So you're Emily?"

Emily gave a nod. "I am."

He then looked over to the brunette man on his left. "And you're Aaron?"

"Yes I am."

"Alright, now when did this all start?"

Emily fiddled with her fingers in her lap. "About a year ago."

Hotch felt anger rise in his chest as he looked over towards his wife. "Tell him why, Emily."

Dr. Phlurp held up his hand to the man on his left. "I think your wife can speak for herself, Mr. Hotchner."

"I'm sorry."

Emily bit her lip, looking up to the television host with watering eyes. "I had an affair with someone just before I found out I was pregnant with our daughter."

Dr. Phlurp gave a nod. "Your three month old daughter. Allison, right?"

"Right."

"And do you know if Allison is Aaron's biological daughter?"

Emily did her best to give a steady nod to the older man. "Yes, she is."

"And your son Jack is eight now, right?"

Hotch shook his head. "He's seven. He'll turn eight in about three months."

Dr. Phlurp looked back over to the woman. "And he's your stepson, correct?"

"Yes he is."

"Ok, now what in the heck are you two fighting about? Its three months after your daughter was born, and a year since Emily's been with someone else."

Hotch felt a familiar pain start to build around his temples. "We've been married for four years now, and she cheated just when we decided that we wanted to get pregnant. Its a man that I know and a man that I have to see every single day when I go to work."

Dr. Phlurp looked back over to Emily. "You cheated with his coworker?"

Emily gave a sad nod. "Yes."

"And you two both work at the same place, right?"

"Yeah."

The older man shook his head. "So you not only had an affair with his coworker, but your coworker. Now just so everyone in the audience and at home can understand, I'm talking about only one man."

Emily bit her lip, her eyes stinging. "Yes."

"Do you still see him?"

Emily quickly shook her head. "No. I see him at work when he's there, yes. But I'm no longer having an affair with him."

"Was this a one time thing?"

"Yes it was."

"What caused you to jump into the arms of another man?"

Emily felt her body shaking as she tried to avoid the gaze of her husband. "Aaron and I were having a fight, and it was one of the worst ones that we've ever had before than. He had been drinking and he'd insulted me over and over again in a span of maybe four hours."

"Oh it was longer than that, Em."

"No it wasn't."

Hotch rolled his eyes. "Alright. Go on."

Emily bit her lip before looking back to the host of the show. "When he finally passed out, I had a bruise on my face and I was pretty shaken up."

"Did he hit you?"

The brunette immediately shook her head. "No, he would never do that. He threw his beer bottle at the wall, and I didn't know if he was throwing it at me, so I tried to get out of the way but banged my head against the wall in the process." She took a breath as the host gave her a nod to continue. "After I finished cleaning up the glass, I got a call from him."

Dr. Phlurp sighed. "'Him' is the man you had an affair with?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

Emily bit her lip. "He called to see if I had taken his file by mistake, and I don't know why but I thought that he would understand if I vented to him. So I asked him to come over."

"Now let me get this straight. While your husband was passed out in your bedroom, you invited a man over and proceeded to do things that are seemingly very inappropriate with him."

"Yes."

"And was your son asleep in his bedroom while this went on?"

Emily shook her head. "No, he was sleeping over at his aunt's."

Dr. Phlurp nodded, looking over to the camera with tired looking eyes. "Well be right back."